Put a arch in your back, hands on your knees What the hell you scared for, pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves Change the weather in this bitch, mm-hmm, pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Money got me poppin' it, for a living She gettin' her motherfuckin' check and I can't knock the bitch Dancin' scripples, no matter which one you is, make sure you poppin' it Her hands on her knees, cause this her song and she not stoppin' She not, she not, she not stoppin' I don't get money, independent lil' bitch, can't ask no nigga for nothin' He said he want this pussy, gotta cough up somethin' Like a car or a house, go to the bank, drop large amounts Yeah, I know that you a trick, heard that shit, word of mouth He be blessin' me, no deakin', I be poppin' it for no reason I wear a Moncler all year cause I be icy, early season One pop, two pop, three pop, four If you not poppin' it, bitch, you can't hit the door Put a arch in your back, hmm, hands on your knees Yeah, what the hell you scared for? Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves Change the weather in this bitch, hmm, pop that, please Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please, pop that, please Change the weather, change my wig Pay for this cat, this pussy a gig I'm in a trap, I'm in the field You fuckin' with me? Bitch, me for real I'm tryna pop, she wanna bump I'm with the gang, you can get jumped Stop playin' games, bitch, you ain't drunk Get your ass wet, tryna get crunk Pop it on the beat, pop it on the D He like the way I rock, he like the way I sip He like the way I dance, he like the way I groove I'm lookin' so good, the n****s wanna choose Broke bitch, who you talkin' to? I ain't pimp n****s, you a prostitute Your mouth big with your pockets mute If I was you, I'd keep it cute If I was you, I'd keep it cute Top-notch bitch, who you speakin' to? Birkin green, bands blue Ghetto bitch, bamboos Poppin' all that shit, but she gon' fall under pressure I'ma pop it for real But first, let's pop this Tesla Put a arch in your back, hmm Hands on your knees, yeah What the hell you scared for? Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please Who said money don't grow on trees? Got it fallin' down like leaves Change the weather in this bitch, hmm Pop that, please, pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please Pop that, please